Roseanne Conner remains a unique and groundbreaking character decades on from her inception. Working class and toiling in unglamourous—thoroughly unHollywood—jobs like serving loose meat at a down-market diner, Roseanne was the physical embodiment of a stiff middle-finger to noose-like expectations that leading women be thin, sweet, polite and temperate. And she was a feminist! There in hell her prime-time sitcom glory was a ballsy, brash woman talking about menstruation. A woman who not only contributed to her family but oftentimes kept it afloat. Roseanne was a show revolutionary when it first aired and in 2018 old episodes still look fresh.

The original run ran between 1988 and 1997, so for me, between the ages of 8 and 17. ‘Formative years’ is a stretch—to give that much power to any one media item is excessive—but it was a show I enjoyed and which I still consider important.